1st weeks = ego tricks

I’ve started a calendar, where I note all the things I create during the day. It’s the second week and I already find blind spots. The small square painting that I’ve started three days ago can’t wait to be finished, but the ego hasn’t been fed for few days in the raw and misses attention. It won. I was down. Instead of creation I watched a TV serie and sought comfort in food.

This very moment just before the act of creation is crucial. It’s when you decide, what will unfold. The second you start all doubts evaporate with the cooking of self-judgement soup. What is left is a thick¬†stew of your talent, that you will eat at the end of the day, so it’s worth turning the cook ok.

The good thing is, that if you fail at the above paragraph, there’s alway another chance…another day, another afternoon, another 5 min, when you can ask your self the question: “What will I create now” and possibly act upon the answer! Go for it!DSC03880.JPG

This word…

…keeps on chasing me

  1. French embassy – maybe I should consider moving there.
  2. H&M shopping. I truly believe this statement that creativity is the derivative of fun activity of our intellectual and mental power. On of the worthiest skills in my opinion is to let your intelligence experiment in the ‘non-productive’ areas outside of your student or professional life. We use our mind to make money, solve problems or various puzzles that life brings us, but rarely to simply enjoy and walk it in the park like a dog where it can meet other creative minds in the sandbox for artists.
  3. Seems like a MUST WATCH –¬†http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3277624/


I want to live creatively. I wish to have a job that will make me jump out of my bed in the morning and put a smile on my face. I would like to be surrounded by creative and inspiring souls and reach behind the horizon, together.

My dream job as a youngster was to travel, take pictures and write about it. Today, I am not sure what I want to do in life, but I know how I want to live. Meaningfully, passionately, fully, colorfully. This year I give myself time, the most precious gift in those rushing days. Time to explore who I truly am, a writer (my friends claim I can write; I used to publish in a teenage magazine some years ago and I’ve forgotten how much I enjoyed it), a photographer (I like to frame and wait for the perfect moment), a dancer (am I not too old for that?), a musician (music flows through my veins so naturally, that I don’t even realize it when I compose)…

I don’t know where this year takes me. At this stage, I am willing to try something new, something I haven’t tasted before, go exotic. I’ve got my interest in photography convinced I cannot paint…but who told me so? I can’t recall. Two of my best friends in primary school were talented young painters and by comparison, I denied myself the right to do it. Now, 20 years later, I am not looking into being a Picasso or Matisse, but to open the door of my imagination, walk in, look around and come back to now to reprint it using any tool that I find useful.